I ain't gon' let nuttin die Looted up, suited up, rap for fun Wanna hear this black right here? Nigga say, this my one [Chorus] Droop-E made the black
wear them black pants Thinkin' they hype, con women, parasites Lick a nigga ass in valet parkin' Just to get a Puff Daddy ticket Them corny bitches livin' wicked Guest-list
a celestial cell, an extension of hell At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest list My style never a drag like they do black men in
sure, I'm just kidding. [Roxie Hart] Did you get my trial date yet? [Billy Flynn] -Listen, kid. [Roxie Hart] -I'm on top of your list, right? [Annie
opposites Blew up in 0-10 like tick, tick boom No drugs at the club, I'ma slip shit through Came hard on this bitch, my dick did too Here's a list of
to hop the orange line and take their broken ass to Telos (That's real) But yo it gets worse Cause I dipped out the club with her Burberry purse [Chorus
: [Reverend preaching] Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church
dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black Cuz you'
m freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how
t listen to these lyrics, thats why I glued here headphones to her ears, to make sure she hear it, if rap don't work i'm startin a group with Garth Brooks
and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and
up, and choking her until her throat burned A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken
mami, slow up your tempo I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga
to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t
fools With the most precious of jewels Smoking newports and kools Go and tell the devil that I broke all the golden rules Where I listen to donald glaude And I listen
. Girls don?t get ya self caught up in the mess. Cuz half of them poppin?- the rest of them flex. Yall?.. better pay attention. Flaw gone put yall up on a lil? pimpin?. Listen